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The tenth day of the twelfth lunar month is Yaya’s first birthday.

In the early morning, Song Yan slowly opened her eyes in the dim light; the sky outside the window was still hazy.

He rubbed his face against the pillow for a few times and muttered, "It's so cold. I don't want to get up."

He hesitated for a long time, until the morning sun shone through the window paper into the room, then he suddenly pulled away the quilt and got up.

He said "shashasha" while quickly putting on his jacket.

Song Yan wrapped herself tightly, then pushed open the door. Before her eyes was a pure white snow scene. The snow on the ground was already one foot thick.

He walked out of the house and looked up.

On the roof, An Qi's figure was particularly eye-catching. He waved the broom and the snow fell down.

Song Yan smiled and waved: "Good morning, Ah Qi."

An Qi replied: "Brother Song, there is hot water in the pot."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Song Yan walked into the kitchen on the snow, scooped up a bucket of hot water, brushed her teeth and washed her face.

He had breakfast first and then took out a bag of flour.

Pour the flour onto the chopping board, add water and knead it into a smooth dough, then start pulling noodles.

Soon the dough was pulled into a thin thread in his hands.

The noodles fall into the boiling pot.

Soon, a bowl of steaming longevity noodles was ready.

The noodles are chewy and the soup is rich. It is garnished with a few green onions and a few thin slices of meat, and is full of aroma.

Around noon, Song Wanzhou got up slowly.

She grabbed a horn comb, combed Yaya's hair, and tied it into two playful little horns.

By this time, the noodles had cooled down a little.

Song Yan carried a bowl of longevity noodles and walked into the main room: "Er Ya!"

"Here they come!" Song Wanzhou walked out holding Yaya's hand.

Song Yan gently placed the bowl on the table, looked up, and saw Yaya's delicate little face with an innocent smile.

"Brother~"

"Hey!" Song Yan picked up Yaya and sat on the chair.

He picked up the noodles with chopsticks and was about to feed her.

Unexpectedly, Yaya quickly stretched out her little hand, grabbed the noodles, put them in her mouth, and ate them with relish.

Song Yan burst into laughter and said, "Okay."

Today you are the birthday boy, just enjoy your meal.

Yaya ate half a bowl of noodles and felt full.

Song Yan wiped her hands, then took out the silver lock he had made in the county town last time and put it around her neck.

"I hope our Yaya will grow up healthy and happy."

Getting ready for the one-year-old celebration.

The weather has been cold recently, so Song Yan did not invite anyone else to watch the ceremony and only invited the Niu family.

Uncle Niu made several small wooden sculptures in various shapes and lifelike, including a cute little duck, a lively and cute pony, etc.

Aniu also carved a small comb and placed it on the table.

The ceremony of grasping the week began. Yaya was carried to the table. She looked at the various items in front of her curiously.

On the table there was the "Three Character Classic", an abacus, writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone, as well as a needle and thread basket placed there by Song Wanzhou and a small wooden sculpture made by Uncle Niu.

In addition, there is a small dagger that has not been sharpened.

When Aunt Niu saw this, she couldn't help but grumble, "Who put a sword up there? Yaya is a girl, how can she wield a sword?"

Song Yan looked up at the rooftop and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter. Practicing sword skills is also good for your health. Boys and girls can learn it."

Although Aunt Niu couldn't accept it at first, she was relieved and said, "Yaya is lucky to have a big brother like you."

A few days ago, the Song family put up a beam, and she came out to watch the fun. When she saw Song Wanzhou and her sister going up to burn incense and worship the gods, she also felt that something was wrong.

But she knew that Song Yan was a very opinionated person, so she did not come out to persuade her. Persuading her would only make people dislike her, so why bother?

Besides, their surname is Song, not Zhang. Even if the old patriarch uses clan rules, he can't control the Song family.

Of course, the villagers couldn't avoid discussing it behind their backs. Most of them sneered at it, and some even secretly cursed the Song family, hoping they would be struck by lightning.

No matter what the villagers said in private, no one dared to point fingers in front of Song Yan. Didn’t you see that even the old patriarch was carried out from the Song family that day?

Aunt Niu sighed in her heart for only a moment, and then turned her attention to Yaya sitting at the table.

The little girl looked around curiously, her eyes sparkling, and she stayed on each object for a moment.

She stretched out her little hands from time to time, trying to grab something.

Then she picked up the Three Character Classic in front of her and flipped through it.

Uncle Niu saw this and said cheerfully, "It seems that our Yaya will be a scholar in the future, able to read and write, and have knowledge."

However, after reading it for a while, the little guy lost interest and threw down the "Three Character Classic".

"Yaya, here, here." Song Wanzhou clapped his hands, trying to seduce Yaya over.

Yaya crawled forward without even looking at the pens, ink, paper, inkstone, and sewing basket.

Suddenly she stretched out her little hand, grabbed the dagger, and waved it happily, refusing to let go.

Song Wanzhou pouted: "Why is it Xiaojian?"

Aunt Niu laughed in surprise: "Oh, it seems that our Yaya will be a female knight in the future!"

Song Yan thought it was all good. He raised his hand and touched the little corner of Yaya's head: "Whether it's literature or martial arts, as long as Yaya likes it, I support it."

On this day, everyone accompanied Yaya and celebrated her birthday in a lively manner.

It started snowing again in the evening and didn't stop until dark.

Song Yan lit the kang and quickly got into bed. After his body was warm, he went into the kitchen and tinkered with the refrigerator.

Take out today's apples first.

He opened the drawer and saw three small oranges inside.

"Wow! It's a tangerine!" Song Yan exclaimed in surprise. He quickly took out the small tangerine, peeled it, and ate one bite at a time. It was so sweet that it shone brightly in a short while.

He smacked his lips, then took out another box of strawberries and continued to show off.

While showing off the strawberries, he took out the unfinished scarf and, using the dim light of the oil lamp, began to knit it stitch by stitch.

Two days passed like this, and Song Yan finally finished knitting the scarf. She folded it and put it away, waiting to give it to Shu Changyu when he came back.

After noon, Song Yan was sitting in front of the brazier, rubbing her hands to keep warm, when she suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Who would come here in such a cold day?

Song Yan walked out to open the door, only to see Uncle Zhengming from the village tofu shop outside.

Uncle Zhengming put a piece of tofu in a bowl and handed it to him: "Xiao Song, this is tofu that was just ground this morning. Have some."

"Uncle really loves me. I haven't eaten the tofu you grind for a while. I was just craving it, and you came to my door and brought it to me personally." Song Yan took the bowl and said in a familiar tone.

Hearing this, Uncle Zhengming also smiled.

Song Yan invited him into the house: "Uncle, is there anything you need today?"

Uncle Zhengming stretched out his hand to warm himself by the fire and said, "Xiao Song, I heard that Dazhu's family learned how to build a kang from your family. I think it's warm enough, so I want to build two for my family, too."

Recently, people in the village have been saying that Zhang Dazhui built a kang for his old man, and lighting the fire once can keep him warm for the whole night.

He didn't believe it at first, so he went to Zhang Dazhui's house yesterday to check. It was indeed warm, but whether it could keep warm all night remained to be verified.

But Dazhu asked his old man to sleep on the kang, so it shouldn't be false.

There are many children in his family, the quilts are thin, and the hot water bottle cools down quickly. He is always woken up by the cold in the middle of the night, and one of them fell ill yesterday.

If I could have a kang, I wouldn't have to worry about freezing.

Song Yan said, "This kang was built by a friend of mine. His home is in town. If you want to build a kang for him, you can go find him."

After a brief pause, he continued, "But it will cost one hundred coins to ask him to make a kang for you."

Hearing the price, Uncle Zhengming couldn't help but frowned, looking a little hesitant: "It's so expensive."

Song Yan smiled and said, "Let alone the whole town, he is the only one in our surrounding villages who knows how to build a kang. Besides, the kang at home is big enough to accommodate five or six people."

“This price is absolutely fair.”

"Let me think about it." Uncle Zhengming said. He then sat for a while, then stood up and said he was going back.

Song Yan then sent him out the door.

A few days later, Song Yan heard that Scar-Eye and his gang had built a kang in Uncle Zhengming's house.